Just get used to it!
When I walk into my quite, lonely house, as I've just dropped off my son at nursery school, I sudden feel a wave of guilt washing over me. I work full-time from home, which I have been doing for over a year now, but for the first year of my sons life he was cared for by his grandparents in my home. I have my own spacious home office, with multiple monitors set up, printer, and even a TV, but for the last three weeks, I've been unable to work there. I remain in my living room, near the kitchen, near the breakfast nook, near my sons playroom, the playroom he spent most of his time when he was cared for at home. My husband and I had to unexpectedly put our son, Euan, in nursery three weeks ago, because of an unexpected family situation. Since then, everyday I take him to his school, my heart breaks a little. When I was three months pregnant we picked out Euan's nursery. My husband, Andy, and I visited multiple places knowing that an infant slot at a nu...